Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1414

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1414
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“Can I see your finger?” asked Trish.

“They only just put this bandage on,” protested Danny.

“Oh well, this will take longer then.” Trish grabbed his hand and he pulled it away.

“That bloody well hurt.”

“Well hold still then.”

“Just what are you trying to do?”

“Fix your finger, stupid.”

“Children please don’t start squabbling, life is fraught enough.”

“Let me see your hand.”

“Get stuffed.”

“Mummy, he won’t let me fix his finger.”

“Danny, please humour her.”

“If this hurts, you witch, I’m gonna stick your broomstick where the sun don’t shine.”

“Mummy, he’s threatening me.”

“Danny, just let her do it, okay?”

“Aw, Mum, she’s hurting it.”

“I’m not, Mummy, he’s lying.”

I stopped the car and turned round to the back seat. “For God’s sake stop acting like a six year old, Danny, and let her fix your stupid finger.” Before he could respond I turned back and rejoined the traffic.

I tried to see what Trish was doing in the rear view mirror, but she was below the level of sight.

“God, that’s hot,” squealed Danny and Trish giggled.

“There it’s done,” declared his younger sister.

“It had better be, ’cos I want to do some bowling tomorrow, especially at Clayton.”

“If you can’t bowl tomorrow, don’t blame me–it’ll be because you’re a wuss.”

“How does it feel?” I asked Danny.

“A bit better–she’s not as good as you.”

“Yet,” protested his sister.

We arrived at home and on entry I asked Stella to examine Don Bradman’s finger. She looked at it, felt it and squeezed it, made him wiggle and curl it. “Nothing wrong with it,” was her conclusion.

“I think you owe your sister an apology, don’t you?” I reminded my son.

He sloped off to find her and tell her. Moments later she was with me telling me what he’d said, then she giggled. “Should I have told him it was you who did most of it?”

“Nah, I’d let him think it was you, he might show you a little more respect in future.” I beckoned her to listen to me carefully. “How would you like to go for a little holiday?”

“Where?” she whispered back.

“I thought Devon or Cornwall.”

“Can’t we go to the castle or up to your house in Bristol.”

“Bristol?”

“Yeah, I like it when we go there.”

I hadn’t actually thought of that, I suppose, because it wouldn’t be much of a holiday for me. We could take a run up there tomorrow and check on everything, come back the next day. Is it worth it? All the aggro of packing with tiny wee, and the other girls–just for one night? I suppose we could do two, that would be more interesting.

Trish disappeared and a few minutes later she reappeared with Livvie and Meems and Billie came along moments later. “We all wanna come to Bristol, Mummy.”

“Okay, I’ll see what we can do.”

“Can we see the Great Britain?”

“I’ll see, I thought I’d taken you there?”

“Yeah, but we just did it in technology.”

“I wanna go to the zoo, Mummy,” whined Mima and I was beginning to think I should have stayed in bed.

Danny returned minus his bandage and tossing a cricket ball–four ounces of cork wrapped in leather. He tossed it to me as he walked in. By reflex I caught it, if I’d thought about it, I’d probably have fumbled it and it could have hit one of the girls.

I handed it back to him and told him to put it away in the house. He suggested I should try out for a women’s cricket side as my catch had been a good one. I told him to go and put his ball away before I confiscated it. He made a face at me and ran off.

“That ball could have hit me on the head,” complained Trish.

“But it didn’t, did it?” I responded.

“But it coulda done.”

“But it didn’t, so stop complaining about things which didn’t happen.”

“It woulda hurt, too.”

“Trish, shut up and go and do your homework.”

“I haven’t got any.”

“Okay, I want an essay on why we should visit the SS Great Britain.”

“Bah,” she said and stormed off.

“Meems, I want pictures of at least two animals you might see in the zoo.”

“Can we go shopping, Mummy?” asked Livvie.

“I expect we could.”

“Where all the department stores are.”

“Near Park Street, are you looking for anything?”

“No, I just want to look at some department stores.”

“You could do that in Portsmouth.”

“Nah, I wanna see the Bristol ones.”

“If we have time, we’ll see.”

“Can I see the bike shop, Mummy?” asked Billie.

“Bike shop–there’s several in Bristol.”

“The Specialized one.”

“They’ve got one there have they?”

“Yes, Mummy and I’d like to look at it.”

“I might, too.”

“Mark Cavendish is riding one these days, and he won another stage.”

“The Manx Missile strikes again.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

“I’ll have to see if I can find it on the internet. Find out where the shop is, if it’s too far away from the other things–too bad, if it’s not far, we may well manage to include it.”

“Thank you, Mummy.”

The doorbell rang and before I could answer it, one of the girls called to say I had a visitor. I wasn’t expecting anyone so was intrigued to learn who it was. I was astonished to see Mrs Browne-Coward standing at the door.

“Oh, hello, to what do I owe this pleasure?” I said just hiding the twinge of sarcasm I felt it needed.

“Ah, good afternoon, Lady Cameron; could we talk in private?”

“Come through to my study, Danny, make us a pot of tea please.”

“Yeah, okay,” he yelled back from somewhere.

“Come through, Mrs Browne-Coward.” I led her through to my plush new study and invited her to sit on the chintz sofa that stood in the window.

“This is very nice, I love this material,” she said rubbing her hand over the fabric.

“Yes, it’s a Liberty’s design, I got a local company to make up the covers.”

“I love the matching curtains.”

“Yeah, they did them at a discount for ordering the covers from them.”

“It’s quite comfortable, too.”

“I know, I sometimes sit there to read.”

“Very nice–good light too.”

“The window might have something to do with that.”

“Yes, of course–sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

Danny came in bearing a tray with a pot of tea, some mugs, some milk, sugar and a biscuit tin. I thanked him and he bowed and asked, “Will there be anything else, milady?”

Mrs B-C roared with laughter, and I waited to administer the coup de grace until she stopped laughing.

“No, Fi-Fi, that’ll be all for tonight.”

Danny blushed, looked daggers then sniggered. Mrs B-C nearly wet herself.

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